A written, unpublished journal

I have drifted so far from my (what used to be) every day writing that it’s barely describable. Nah, it can be described. It’s just that I’m so out of practice, and my writing is so bad, that I couldn’t bring myself to actually describe it meaningfully.

My photography habit has fallen to a similar fate.

It’s too many distractions. Distractions that have crept into my life disguised as things that would improve my life. These things appear in the form of technology/devices, articles and news, and lifehacks.

Here’s the thing: I’m collapsing on information overload. In my attempts to simplify, I have become complicated. In my attempts to be more productive, I have become more distracted (you can over-hack your productivity). Minimalism only works if you stop adding things (tools, workflows, alternative approaches to) to it.